So here is the problem with having a blog, people read it. I know, sounds dumb right? I WANT people to read it, but at the same time, it hinders me from talking about the things that are really on my mind.

A wise woman once told me that blogging is cheaper than therapy. So true, but what good is it if you can’t really say what is on your mind? For example, item one I’d like to talk about is x’s, in particular a recent conversation with one. There is so much I could say, so much I need to get off my chest, but writing about x’s has inadvertently hurt them in the past when they have read my blog. I never meant for it to hurt them, but it did. So now, to avoid that happening again, I CAN’T WRITE ABOUT THEM.

Second…how do I say what it is without saying it? How about I just say, in a very tip toe manner, it has to do with dating and whether or not to accept an invitation (with a much older man)? Shit, that is probably saying too much. But what am I supposed to do? Write about my cat all the time? It is, after all, MY blog. I should be able to say whatever I want. Right? But then there is the whole people having feelings and what not. I mean to the person(s) I am writing, or not writing about, it will be completely obvious that I am talking about them even if the rest of the world has not idea. I guess the problem lies in me caring. I should just learn not to give a crap. That’s the obvious answer here.

Anywho, here is my random rant of a post for the day. Since I am sure this post has not left you feeling uplifted, I’m steal someone else’s profound words…they seemed to help me today anyway.

“Our life’s a stage, a comedy: either learn to play and take it lightly, or bear its troubles patiently.”
- Palladas

Here’s to taking it lightly!

Blogfully yours,
Summer

Bag full of complaints, Just me, Random

Stress effects everyone differently. For some unfair reason, stress seems to take it’s toll on my physically. Normally I get an upset stomach that is really painful. Lately though it has been not just the upset stomach, but heartburn as well. I’m sure it’s nothing that a good dose of Prilosec can’t fix but it’s still a major pain in the ass. Another lovely accompanying factor of my stress is lack of sleep. Man, I love my sleep too! I don’t really know any way to prevent it from happening either. It’s not like the stresses of work and school and life are going to just magically go away. Maybe this is just the adjustment period and everything will start getting easier soon. Wishful thinking, but hey you gotta cling to some sense of hope right? Oh, and here is the extra icing on the cake. The guy I admitted to liking, well I think I chased him away because he is moving to another state. Maybe as soon as 2 weeks from now. See, I told you it was the kiss of death! Honestly I don’t know why I date anymore. I think I am a hopeless cause. Ok that was a little dramatic but I figure while I am complaining and fishing for sympathy I should throw that in there.

Back to School, Bag full of complaints